Ah. So DIAL A LLAMA was originally a phone sex line, and they've now expanded their services, No Visas or Mastercards required since you're paying cash in person.
I've got a '67 Serro Scotty that's pretty much on par with that row, and I'm still using it. Helps to have someone cruising behind to catch or spot assorted rotting pieces and parts that either fall off or sneak out the splits in the wood.
I knew as this race was going last week that I'd have serious spectator envy.
These races caused me to drive a ridiculous trashed car wearing a chicken suit at the age of 46. I think in most cases you have to be old ENOUGH to act like this.
I got stuck on watching a behind-the-scenes-ishly-presented Rockford Files episode last night-the second ever episode,("Dark and Bloody Ground", or something) He was driving a blue '74 Vega through Arizona, being chased by a Mack truck that was trying to force him off the road. Watching James Garner romping through the shrubbery in a '74 Vega made me cringe. 70's crack pipe for sure.
Wow. 3 cars went over in this race, and probably just as many almost went over.
Someone should find a K Car and do an MST3Kcar theme...
large on the index of effluency. A Plymouth Reliant!
@_T_ From ME! I'll sell you 2 for 10 bucks postage paid. Email me @ bentbelvedere@gmail.com If you search LeMons Belvedere on Jalopnik you'll see what they look like. They're decent, not paper crap. Thanks A
YES, the car's bent, it nailed a parked truck at 40- it just makes the her spit harder. Her title says she was already salvaged in the 90s, now she hungers for even more carnage. And B-bodies are compacts compared to Furys...so she just might be trading some orange paint...!
Ok, let me clear up a few things. First of all, there was no safety issue with the flaming-box-head-fire. There was an only half-way oil-soaked t-shirt rag, in the box, separating the long also oil soaked hair from the fire. As for back hair, said sacrifice is the least back haired. Probably. He's blond and skinny, therefore less flammable. I think.
Ok, our currency is starting to look like arcade play money, licence plates (at least in California)have so many designs that half of them look out-of-state and anything but official, and we can't have a little fun with our daily stop-sign confrontations? WTF?
I'm up to my ears in Belvederes. Actually the end wagon is not mine, That belongs to Belvedere Kevin, who is nobly preserving it's Plymouthness. What really should be mentioned is the fact that the turquoise hardtop and the middle wagon are one car apart in VIN#, purely by chance. 'Twas destiny. Or density.